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 *Tuning Tv*
 *Eminem Snortin' Coke
 
 Tv Presenter:
 Hello  and girls
 Today we're gonna talk about father  daughter relationships
 Do you have a 
 I'll  you do
 *Door opens*
 Who's your daddy?
 
 Hailie:
  what're you doing?
 
 Beat starts
 
 Eminem:
 Ha Ha!
 
 Eminem & Hailie:
 Ok then! Everybody,  up!
 
 Eminem:
 I'm goin' to  who's comin' with me?
 
 Hailie:
 (innocently)  PLEASE help him!
 *giggle*
 I think  dad gone crazy!
 
 Verse 1:
 There's no mountain  can't climb
 There's no tower too 
 No plane  I can't learn how to fly
 What do I gotta do to get through to you, to show 
 There ain't nothin' I can't  this chainsaw to
 *Hailie Makes Chainsaw 
 Fuckin' brain's brawn, and  balls
 I  'em off, I got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar
 Inside  a hall, with my framed autograph,
 Sunglasses with Elton  name, on my drag wall
 I'm out the closet,  been lyin' my ass off
 All this time, me and Dre been fuckin' with  off
 
 Dre:
 Suck it Marshall!
 
 Eminem:
 Tell Laura and her husband to  off
  I push this muthafuckin' button and blast off
 And launch one of these Russians, and  all
 *Hailie Makes Explosion 
 Blow every  thing, except Afghanistan on the map, off
 When will it stop, when will  knock the crap off
 *Knocking*
 Hailie,  'em baby
 
 Hailie:
 My dad's  it
 
 Chorus
 Eminem:
 There's  nothin' else to say I, I can't explain it
 
 Hailie:
 I think  dad gone crazy!
 
 Eminem:
 A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em 
 Hailie:
 I think my dad  crazy!
 
 Eminem:
  nothin' you could do or say, that could ever change me
 
 Hailie:
 I think my  gone crazy!
 
 Eminem:
 There's no one on earth  can save me, not even Hailie
 
 Hailie:
 I think  dad gone crazy!
 
 Verse 2:
 It's like my mother always told 
 *Eminem Impersinates His 
 Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe  Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe, n codeine n goddammit, you little motherfucker
 If you ain't got nothin' nice to say  don't say nothin'
 uh..
 Fuck that shit,  eat a motherfuckin' dick
 Chew on a prick, and lick a million muthafuckin' cocks per 
 I'd rather put out a  gospel record
 I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch, eat 
 And have pussy-lips glued to my  with a clit-ring in my nose
 Then  bringin' my flows, quit givin' me my ammo
  you see why I'm so mean? If y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my M.O.
 I wouldn't have to go eenie  minie mo
 Catch a homo by his toe, man, I don't  no more
 Am  the only fuckin' one who's normal any more?
 
 Hailie:
 Dad!
 
 Chorus
 
 Verse 3:
 My songs can make you cry, take  by surprise
 Aat the same time, can make you dry  eyes with the same rhyme
 See what you're seein' is a  at work
 Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it  first,
 'Cuz  I speak, it's tongue in cheek
 I'd yank  fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite my tongue
 I'd  my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightnin' twice at once
 And die and  back as Vanilla Ice's son
 And walk around the rest of my life spit 
  kicked and hit with shit, every time I sung
 Like R. Kelly  soon as "bump n' grind" comes on
  pain inside o' my brain, than in the eyes of a little girl inside of a
 plane
 Aimed at the World Trade, standin' on  grave,
 Screamin' at the  the clouds gather it's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade
 And that's  much the jist of it,
 Parents are  but the kids love it
 Nine millimeter heater stashed in two-seaters  meat cleavers
 I don't blame you, I wouldn't let  listen to me neither
 
 Chorus
 
 Outro
 Eminem:
 Crazy
 
 Hailie:
 *laughs*
 You're funny daddy!